The extreme oddness of existence is what reconciles me to it.
Logan Pearsall Smith, All Trivia (London: Constable & Company, 1933), p. 153.
An anatomy of literature and nature.
The extreme oddness of existence is what reconciles me to it.
Logan Pearsall Smith, All Trivia (London: Constable & Company, 1933), p. 153.
BOOKS. AUTHORS.
I. THE giving a bookseller his price for his books, has this advantage; he that will do it, shall be sure to have the refusal of whatsoever comes to his hands, and so by that means get many things, which otherwise he should never have seen. So it is in giving a bawd her price.
II. In buying books or other commodities, ’tis not always the best rule to bid but half so much as the seller asks: witness the country fellow, that went to buy two broad shillings; they asked him three shillings, and he bade them eighteen pence*.
III. They counted the price of the books (Acts 19. 19) and found it fifty thousand pieces of silver; that is so many sextertii, or so many three halfpence of our money, about three hundred pound sterling.
IV. Popish books teach and inform what we know; we know we know much out of them. The fathers, church story, schoolmen, all may pass for Popish books; and if you take away them, what learning will you leave? Besides who must be judge? The customer or the writer? If he disallows a book, it must not be brought into the kingdom; then Lord have mercy upon all scholars. These Puritan preachers, if they have anything good, they have it out of Popish books, though they will not acknowledge it, for fear of displeasing the people. He is a poor divine that cannot sever the good from the bad.
V. ’Tis good to have translations, because they serve as a comment, so far as the judgment of the man goes.
VI. In answering a book, it is best to be short, otherwise he that I write against will suspect I intend to weary him, not to satisfy him. Besides in being long I shall give my adversary a huge advantage; somewhere or other he will pick a hole.
VII. In quoting of books, quote such authors as are usually read; others you may read for your own satisfaction, but not name them.
VIII. Quoting of authors is most for matter of fact and then I cite them as I would produce a witness, sometimes for a free expression; and then I give the author his due, and gain myself praise by reading him.
IX. To quote a modern Dutchman, where I may use a classic author, is as if I were to justify my reputation, and I neglect all persons of note and quality that know me, and bring the testimonial of the scullion in the kitchen.
John Shelden, Table talk: being the discourses of John Selden, Esq. (London: printed for Joseph White, 1789; 1689), pp .21-22.
*emended, from peace.
Joseph Scaliger encountered two supernatural beings in the course of his long and well-spent life. He saw one of them, a black man on a horse, as he rode by a marsh with some friends. He only read about the other, a monster named Oannes with the body of a fish and the voice of a man. Yet as so often happened in the Renaissance, the encounter with Art had far more lasting consequences than that with Life. The black man tried to lure Scaliger into the marsh, failed, and disappeared, leaving him confirmed in his contempt for the devil and all his works: “My father didn’t fear the Devil, neither do I. I’m worse than the devil.” Oannes, in the book that Scaliger read, climbed out of the ocean and taught humanity the arts and sciences. Devil Tempts Man, in the Renaissance, was no headline to excite the public; Amphibian Creates Culture was something very far out of the ordinary.Anthony Grafton, Forgers and Critics: Creativity and Duplicity in Western Scholarship (London: Collins & Brown, 1990), p. 99. This passage is repeated, almost verbatim, in Grafton’s ‘Traditions of Invention and Inventions of Tradition in Renaissance Italy: Annius of Viterbo’, in Defenders of the Text (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1994), pp. 76-103 (p. 76) and ‘Traditions of Invention and Inventions of Tradition in Renaissance Italy: The Strange Case of Annius of Viterbo’ in The Transmission of Cultures in Early Modern Europe, ed. by Anthony Grafton and Ann Blair (Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 1990, pp.8-38 (p. 8).
Anterhynchium flavomarginatum (黄缘蜾蠃).
It is the time of year when there are many wasps and hornets about. This potter wasp, with its blue wings is the most attractive one I have seen so far.
Ocellated Shield Bug (Cantao ocellatus, 角盾蝽). Nymph.
A nice Autumn-orange bug. A dozen or so of these were crawling along the leaves and stems of various plants in Taohualing Park on September 29: all nymphs, I have not yet encountered an adult.
The novel, the traditional novel, she goes on to say, is an attempt to understand human fate one case at a time, to understand how it comes about that some fellow being, having started at point A and having undergone experiences B and C and D, ends up at point Z. Like history, the novel is thus an exercise in making the past coherent. Like history, it explores the respective contributions of character and circumstance to forming the present. By doing so the novel suggests how we may explore the power of the present to produce the future. That is why we have this thing, this institution, this medium called the novel.J.M. Coetzee, Elizabeth Costello (London: Secker & Warburg, 2003), p. 38-39.
[...[ creative literary genius does not principally show itself in discovering new ideas; that is rather the business of the philosopher: the grand work of literary genius is a work of synthesis and exposition, not analysis and discovery; its gifts lie in the faculty of being happily inspired by a certain intellectual and spiritual atmosphere, by a certain order of ideas, when it finds itself in them; of dealing divinely with these ideas, presenting them in the most effective and attractive combinations, —making beautiful works with them, in short.Matthew Arnold, 'The Function of Criticism at the Present Time', in Essays by Matthew Arnold including Essays in Criticism, 1865 On Translating Homer (With F.W. Newman’s Reply) and Five Other Essays now for the first time collected (London: Oxford University Press, 1914): pp. 9-36 (p. 12).
There is no ‘verdict of history,’ other than the private opinions of the individual. And no one historian can possibly see more than a fraction of the truth; if he sees all sides, he will probably not see very deeply into any one of them.George Macaulay Trevelyan, ‘Clio, A Muse’, in Clio, a Muse, and Other Essays (London: Longmans, Green and co., 1949; 1913), pp. 140-176 (pp. 172-73).
Male Blue Pansy (Junonia orithya, 翠蓝眼蛱蝶).
It is the time of year when may junonia start appearing. The upper side of its wings are more colorful with its black and blue markings, but even with its wings closed, it is a substantial-looking butterfly.
Mesembrius bengalensis (斑腹粉颜蚜蝇).
There are many bees and hoverflies enjoying the flowers by the river. I have seen mesembrius peregrinus in Changsha by the river but have not managed to photograph one, yet. I am pretty certain this is in the same genus, possibly mesembrius bengalensis, but I am not certain.
Great poets seldom make bricks without straw; they pile up all the excellencies they can beg, borrow, or steal from their predecessors and contemporaries, and they set their own inimitable light atop of the mountain.Ezra Pound, The Spirit of Romance. Norfolk, Connecticut: New Directions, 1952; 1910), p. 162.
Asiatic Wishbone Flower (Torenia asiatica, 光叶蝴蝶草).
Today we picnicked in a forest meadow: there were many hopping insects (mostly crickets and grasshoppers) and small hopping frogs. Looking around in the grass there were also many of these small creeping herbs in flower.
Emily had discovered that she possessed this odd knack when she was six. By a certain movement of her eyes, which she could never describe, she could produce a tiny replica of the wallpaper in the air before her—could hold it there and look at it as long as she liked—could shift it back and forth, to any distance she chose, making it larger or smaller as it went farther away or came nearer. It was one of her secret joys when she went into a new room anywhere to “see the paper in the air.” And this New Moon paper made the prettiest fairy paper she had ever seen.L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon (London: Harrap Books, 1977; 1928), p. 50.